"Three moons climbed up and shone on the wild vegetables in little sister's basket. Three moons fell and ate up the wild vegetables little sister made. Three moons disappeared, little sister also disappeared. Three moons rose, little sister, when will you come back?"
In the night sky, three moons of varying sizes shone on the quiet barracks and plated a bright silver light on the continuous roof. A few hoarse voices softly hummed a simple ballad, providing a discordant accompaniment to this beautiful night scene.
This was a West Woods ballad, about the lives of the Federation citizens who were lost on planet 163 after it was occupied by the Imperial expeditionary force a few decades ago. The Federation society had deliberately forgotten about the three fallen planets, including this planet, but the natives of the West Woods region could not forget. This song had spread far and wide. Although there were no members of Group 7 who were originally from the West Woods, after being on the frontline for a long time, everyone could sing this song.
Xu Le sat on a green bench behind the door, a cigarette in his mouth as he looked up at the moon in the sky. The astronomical phenomenon of three moons existing together was said to continue for forty-six days. How many more days would he have to be locked up?
"I say, boss, how was the singing? You have to give me an opinion."
Xiong Linquan asked in a hoarse voice. The diamond-shaped base was set up on a plateau. Although the sea was not too high, the air was particularly dry. In addition, these soldiers were used to smoking without leaving their lips, so their voices were rougher than usual, and their lips were full of thin cracks.
"Well, to be honest, it's not that great." Xu Le, who was sitting behind the door, said with a smile. He knew very well that these guys were afraid that he would be too bored in the confinement, so they found a way to accompany him to pass the time.
Group 7, who was originally extremely angry and ready to roar at any moment, had already calmed down. Because of what happened next, they could not find any reason or excuse to fly into a rage.
The Federal military command noticed the strange phenomenon in the barracks and made a very wise decision to transfer Xu Le from the warship to the ground and lock him up in Group 7's barracks … Was this still considered confinement? Other than not being able to walk out of the room freely, there was no problem with his life.
Of course, there were two more statue-like gendarmes outside the door.
Over the past few days, Xu Le had been staying in his room obediently and did not cross the line at all. It was just that he had yet to receive any specific punishment from the capital ring. Whether he was officially arrested, brought back for trial, or directly locked up in the military prison of Qingcheng, no matter how bad the result was, it was still better than waiting for the worst result.
In these boring days, he often moved a bench to sit by the door, enjoying the cigarettes that the team members handed him with flattering expressions, chatting with them, listening to them sing terrible songs, telling good jokes, and then laughing.
He felt as if he had returned to Dong Lin and had become an old, unemployed miner. He sat silently by the side of the street and watched the children play. His face was filled with the marks of time in the mines, and his face was filled with wrinkles that were as tough as iron.
Just like the seven groups of small folk music concerts in the middle of the night.
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The sun was dazzling, the air was dry, and the smoke was pungent. Xu Le threw away the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand, pursed his cracked lips, and suspiciously took the miniature data storage box from Lan Xiaolong's hand that reached in through the door. He connected it to his phone. Looking at the images that appeared on the screen, he could not help but frown.
The gendarmes guarding the door without any expression finally frowned. These days, they were really tired from the various activities of Group 7. At this time, seeing that the other party seemed to be violating the confinement regulations and was "secretly" transmitting information, they finally could not help but want to stop it.
At this time, Magnolia, who was leaning against the wall in a traditional posture with her head lowered, suddenly raised her head and glanced at the two gendarmes. Her gaze was as cold as a knife drawn from ice. The two gendarmes looked at each other and stood back to their original positions.
Xu Le turned off the images on the screen of his phone and looked at Lan Xiaolong angrily. "You think that when a person is bored, they should watch porn?"
Lan Xiaolong shrugged and said matter-of-factly, "Are boring literary films better to pass the time?"
Xu Le was too lazy to pay attention to him. He thought to himself that if he wanted to watch porn, he could just ask the old man to send a few over and directly see the three-dimensional effect in his mind. What kind of enjoyment was that?
At this moment, he saw a soldier wearing the military uniform of an armored division peeking in from the front door of the barracks. He chatted with the members of Group 7 who were guarding the door in a low voice for a while. Then, he took one last look at the room where Xu Le was locked up and left reluctantly.
Xu Le laughed.
These days, the number of troops that often passed by the barracks of Group 7 had suddenly increased. They used all kinds of reasons and methods to stay at the door for a while longer. They curiously looked at the members of Group 7 and their director, who was already very famous and now even more famous, as if they were looking at gods.
The soldiers in the base found out about the conflict between the Constitutional Bureau and Group 7 through various channels — if this kind of roar between an elephant and an ant could be considered a conflict, then there was no conflict. The explosive news of Xu Le beating up an official of the Bureau of Proclamation on the warship had already spread throughout the base.
The soldiers of the Federation, who had always disliked the Bureau of Proclamation but were still afraid of them, and the net-laying teams that had just retreated from the mountains all secretly applauded this matter. While they were rubbing their palms, they also began to worry about the fate of Xu Le and Group 7. Now that there were suddenly so many people passing by, other than curiosity and excitement, it was actually the grassroots soldiers using their own methods to express some kind of powerless but particularly interesting support.
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"Can you let us talk to the boss alone for a while? We don't have anything else to say, we just want to have a quiet chat. "
Bai Yulan withdrew her right leg from the wall and took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her military uniform. She gave two cigarettes to the two military policemen responsible for guarding Xu Le and then gently patted their shoulders. She looked at their slightly young faces and spoke softly.
"This is not in accordance with the rules," one of the military policemen replied with some hesitation.
"You should be very clear about our boss's personality these past few days. He won't run. Of course, if he wants to run, you definitely won't be able to stop him. "Bai Yulan lit the cigarettes for them.
The military policemen held the lit cigarettes as if they were holding a red-hot iron bar. Their expressions were abnormally nervous. Although the other party did not threaten them, they still felt a little uneasy when they saw the men fiddling with the chain magazines under the tree not far away. More importantly, the higher-ups of the military used this kind of childish method to imprison Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le, which already represented a certain attitude.
After a moment of silence, the military policeman who had been like a statue for the past few days finally loosened his body and resentfully left the door. He was warmly and happily welcomed by Gu Xifeng and the other team members into the room next door. Then, there was the sound of beer being opened in the room.
Xu Le sat inside the door and looked at Bai Yulan's glowing face under the scorching sun outside the door. He quietly waited for her to speak.
"Right now, a lot of people in the base are saying that Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le is a dog that bites without barking." Bai Yulan smiled and said, "Of course, it's a compliment."
"I didn't hear it." Xu Le replied. He knew that the soldiers in the base probably thought of his quiet and somewhat wooden personality and his sudden outburst of events. After a moment of silence, he said thoughtfully, "Actually, I haven't always been this quiet. When I was young, I actually often said some sharp and unkind words. I wasn't any worse than Lan Xiaolong."
At this moment, Lan Xiaolong was much quieter than usual. When he heard this sentence, he only shrugged to express his disdain.
Bai Yulan thought to herself, Your youth has always been a mystery.
For so long, no one in Group 7 knew about it.
"Later, I realized that fists are more powerful than words, so now, I'm not willing to say anything. I'm only willing to use my fists."
"I understand, but when I heard that you beat up an official from the Bureau of Proclamation on the battleship, I was still a little shocked." Bai Yulan lowered her eyes slightly and said, "In the past, Group 7 took on undercover work for the government and cooperated with the Bureau of Proclamation many times. I know that the Bureau of Proclamation is not to be trifled with. Not to be trifled with."
"The constitution is dead, but people are alive. But the officials in the Bureau of Proclamation are really like dead people. Although I heard that in that building, they would also tell some unfunny jokes like these brats in Group 7."
Bai Yulan raised her head, looked into Xu Le's eyes and said, "But last night, news came from the battleship. The official surnamed Niu, who was knocked out by you, was taken back to the main planet for treatment. However, the Bureau of Proclamation did not come up with any specific disciplinary measures against you. There's also something very puzzling … I heard that the Bureau of Proclamation team was severely criticized by the bureau."
Xu Le's expression was calm. Even if all the friends around him and far away were worried about his safety, he was not too worried. He said, "In fact, I've been thinking for the past few days. The Bureau of Proclamation actually values Group 7 very much. Other than us, look at the other groups in the company, including Blackhawk and Green Dragon Mountain. Which one of them would have a technical official from the Bureau of Proclamation?"
Bai Yulan said the news she just found out because she wanted to see Xu Le's reaction and see if this matter had anything to do with him. At this time, Xu Le's answer did not solve her question at all.
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In the Federal Fleet that was patrolling outside the planet's atmosphere, the body of the command ship was not the largest, nor was it the most conspicuous. In the command hall on the second last floor, the supreme commander of the theater of operations, Deputy Commander Yi, sat silently in a large restraint chair. The cup of coffee next to his hand was already cold, but the general's mind could not be completely calm.
As a senior commander who had experienced hundreds of battles, the fierce battle on the planet below could not affect his mood too much. Instead, the reaction of the Bureau of Proclamation yesterday had deeply shocked him.
Confining Xu Le in the barracks of Group 7 was a military order that he personally signed. This was to protect the future of the young military. It was natural for the military to protect its own people. However, in his opinion, it would be difficult for Fei City and Zou Yingxing to directly exert influence on the Bureau of Proclamation. The only person who could save Xu Le from the first charter was probably Mrs. Mochou. After all, the Tai family had a close relationship with Xu Le, and the director of the Bureau of Proclamation just happened to have the surname of Mochou.
Mochou Yingxing had not done anything in the past few days, but Xu Le was still safe and sound. He was so comfortable in confinement.
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(I was in too much of a hurry, too much of a hurry, I didn't fix it at all … There are some important words below.
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